Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 7 – Mate Bond
Karl

Tiffany’s mouth drops open. She looks at me with some panic, but I don’t know what to say. I’m equally,

if not more, shocked than she is.

“Are you kidding me?” she says. “You’re the owner of this place?”

Abby exchanges a glance with the man beside her. He shifts uncomfortably, looking for a chance to

escape.

“Occasionally,” she replies. “I’m also the chef.”

I look at her for a long moment, something heavy sitting on my chest. “Can we talk alone?”

Her gaze finds mine, and she frowns at the look on my face. After a moment, she glances down at her

watch. “I’m sorry, but the restaurant is really busy tonight. I have to get to another customer.”

She leans closer to the man beside her, and they talk for a moment in low voices. I clench my jaw,

annoyed at the sight of them standing so close. Are they together or are they just colleagues?

“Thanks, Abby,” he says finally. He gives us a weary look as he moves around us and exits the

restaurant.

“Abby–” I start, but the door behind us opens, cutting me off.

A woman walks in, and Abby’s face lights up at the sight of her. She’s dressed in a flattering black

dress, with one of the biggest diamond necklaces I’ve ever seen. Her gaze finds Tiffany and me. She

looks us up and down, then dismisses us completely. Beside me, Tiffany bristles.

Abby greets her warmly, giving her a hug. “Hi, how are you?” she says.

I clench my hands into fists. I can almost feel the heat of her body as the memory of holding her in my

arms comes back to me. She gave the best hugs. After a hard day, there was nothing I wanted more

made me feel

missed that until now.

The lady returns her hug,

night, but

than I’d care to admit.

Now the way she looks at me makes me feel

you think of our new dish?”

Truly,”

I don’t speak as we watch Abby lead the woman to her table, then move over to

what we’re still doing here, but

few moments later with a drink, placing it down at

moves on to the customers beside her. It’s clear she’s good at

that her customers

it to myself, but I missed seeing her

the house, making it ‘just so,’ as she always

making

to a silent,

Tiffany,

with, not even an Alpha. She levels me with a glare. “Karl, you’re ruining

Of course, your ex-wife just had to own this restaurant. Are you kidding

up, Tiffany,” I say,

my eyes tracking Abby as she moves through the room,

Eventually, I realize she’s not going to talk to me.

sharp black bob takes her place, giving the two

bland smile.

at a nearby table, chatting amiably to the men seated there, and my heart

but I think I recognize one of the men smiling up

back, my wolf growls.

fingers through my hair. I really need to get out of here. The

to fold her into my

the betrayal never happened. But

why we separated? I say. I can’t stop the pictures of her

from running through my mind. There was so much evidence, and

why he’s so adamant I get her

Our

don’t listen to me, he